The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ink in the vial was the color of dried blood, and Brother Elias’s hand, once steady enough to capture the finest hair of a saint’s halo, now trembled with the persistent, rhythmic palsy that had claimed the use of his left ring finger three winters ago. It was the year of our Lord 1342, and the Abbey of St. Jude stood silent under a sky the color of old pewter, the air thick with the scent...

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